On the comforter,
Spraweled and silent
From a tough day
Crawling
And testing
How things sound
When tapped against
Other things,
He regains
His angelic
In repose.
Soft hands
Unscarred by travail
Soft feet
Uncalloused by travel
Soft eyes
Untainted by the tincture
Of this world
And now resting
At last.
-mja
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